Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

A moment later, outside the lounge.

"I never thought that I would have such a day." Draco showed a satisfied smile and looked at Harry: "At first I thought only you could do such a stupid thing."

"You seem to be in a much better mood." Harry smiled. He had been watching from the side while Draco was fighting with those senior students.

The door of the lounge was opened, and two bruised men walked out of the lounge, supporting each other. One of them had a black face due to the explosion, and the other had a limp.

"It's just beating a kid." Draco shrugged. "It just gives me some satisfaction. Other than that, nothing."

The two people who were supporting each other suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Draco kicked him without hesitation: "Get out of here now."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy." The two men hurriedly got up and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

"You fell by yourself, you know?" Draco added.

"I know."

"By the way." Harry turned his eyes away from the two men. In fact, one of them was the one who provoked Harry that year.

That’s right, the one who said sadly, “My father died in Azkaban.”

In the past, he thought that the other party's grief was understandable. At that time, he was a first grader, small and weak, did not know any magic, was afraid of causing trouble and violence, and was very weak.

But during these two years, he had seen the criminals in Azkaban and the methods of the Death Eaters with his own eyes.

There was no more understanding in his heart.

"Regarding what we talked about before," Harry said, "Do you remember the exhibition?"

"Exhibition? Of course I remember." Draco nodded.

"Go check it out, maybe there's what you need," Harry said halfway.

"Also, if you are really studying hard, Uncle Mu En will not reject your questions too much, but the premise is that you don't ask stupid questions."

Draco thought for a moment, then asked, "What happens if I ask a stupid question?"

"So you have no confidence?"

Draco nodded awkwardly: "What if? What if?"

He really didn't have confidence because of the contrast.

Draco could guarantee that anyone who hung out with Harry, Hermione and their gang would lose confidence.

But if it were someone else, they might have drifted away from Harry and the others.

But Draco couldn't accept this script.

The concept of "born noble" had caused him to be spoiled in the past. Although he no longer showed such foolish arrogance on his face, the pride of the Malfoy name in his heart had become the reason why he could not retreat.

He must force himself to move forward, and forward again!

"If the situation is good, he might let you read the book by yourself before coming back. If the situation is bad, you can't even get in the door."

"if."

"He can be very gentle if it gets too much," Harry said.

"is it?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded: "Because at that time he has already determined that you are mentally retarded and will be more tolerant of you."

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Draco's incident did not cause any stir. Apart from him and the fact that everyone began to realize that there was something wrong with the strength level of the entire third grade, almost no one paid attention to how many people he beat up or what happened to them.

Anyway, no one died.

And these are all Slytherin's internal affairs.

Just like back then.

On the contrary, apart from the much-anticipated Quidditch match, the only impact of this incident was that the top three students in each grade turned their attention to this year's third graders.

They are eager to try their skills in the exhibition match.

Easter holidays.

Draco happily returned to Hogwarts with a book and happily shared his discovery with several people.

War and Magic

"There must be the truth I'm looking for in this," Draco said.

"Indeed." Harry nodded in agreement. "There are a lot of war magic in it, some basic large-scale spells and various war concepts, but..."

"But it's very difficult to learn." Hermione added that she had basically read all the books in the Moon Museum and was still borrowing books at a high intensity of one book a week.

Similarly, she still had thick dark circles under her eyes.

Although she kept talking about Harry not getting enough rest, it was clear that she was not getting any better.

Harry had advised her.

However, the stubborn little witch did not accept Harry's advice.

Harry stuffed the last piece of meat pie into his mouth and put on his coat: "Okay, I'm leaving now, you guys chat first."

Having said that, he hurried upstairs.

Today is Easter.

There was only one thing they had to do.

Resurrection - Voldemort!

After arriving at the laboratory on the eighth floor, he quickly began to clean up, debug the endless energy that had been completely re-set, and began to prepare for the preliminary work.

About an hour later, Mu En finally arrived.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready!" Harry nodded.

"Okay." Mu En put the teacup on the other side of the table: "Although we will summarize it later, you must watch it carefully this time. There will be no chance to do it again."

"Okay." Harry nodded quickly.

He now knew what this experiment meant to him.

That's what can really kill Voldemort!

Moon took out the bottle containing the fragments of Peeves' soul and then drew out his wand.

A crescent moon blooms on endless energy.

Suddenly, two tentacles appeared and began to spray alcohol at the two people. Floating jellyfish like light bulbs appeared in the entire laboratory, all emitting light, achieving the effect of a shadowless lamp.

At the same time, eyeballs as big as heads with scarlet bloodshot began to revolve around the two people like drones.

"Uncle Moon, I have another question." Harry suddenly asked tentatively.

"explain."

"Why... carry out the first experiment so soon?" Harry asked.

Mu En was silent for a moment, then said: "She is almost going crazy. She can't hold on any longer."

"Who?"

"You'll know soon." Moon looked at the crown and raised his wand.

Harry had already caught a straw mouse through the wizard's hand. Although it was made of straw, it looked like a real mouse. It twisted in the air in panic and squeaked in panic.

At the same time, Harry's second and third wizard hands were holding up parchment and quills, waiting to record the experiment.

In his hand, he tightly grasped the magic wand.

'The Anti-Horcrux Spell is finally here.' His heart was tense and expectant.

To make a Horcrux, one must kill a human being and divide his soul into two parts. Then, the divided soul is stuffed into an object through extremely evil means.

Now, through Uncle Muen's constant calculations and modifications, he successfully obtained a method to cut the soul out of the Horcrux again. Because it was reversed from the separation of the Horcrux, it was simply called the [Reverse Horcrux Spell].

At the same time, Uncle Moon has to use the huge amount of magic power of endless energy and Peeves' soul fragments to try to restore the soul in the Horcrux and transform it into a ghost state in reality.

This is an extremely troublesome spell process.

But - there is no room for error.

The next moment, Mu En had already pointed his two fingers at the crown.

At the same time, his crow-head wand began to slowly rise into the air, and a gap appeared in the endless energy, wrapping the wand in it. A resistance as if being in water came from all directions.

Harry didn't dare to hesitate and quickly opened the bottle containing Peeves' soul fragment.

The next moment, Mu En, who had already entered the soul exploration state, raised his hand stiffly and pointed at the little white mouse.

Black lightning appeared and then disappeared.

The little white mouse made of straw suddenly exploded and turned into pieces of broken straw.

Harry stared at Moon intently. A circle of extremely gorgeous and dangerous runes appeared on his body. Those runes were like star rings surrounding a planet.

He didn't dare to relax for a moment, as if he wanted to engrave this scene deep into his mind.

Suddenly, an extremely intense stinging pain appeared on his forehead, which was like cramps and peeling skin. Even though he had a very high tolerance for pain, he could not help but stagger. The parchment and quill in the wizard's hand also fell to the ground.

He grasped the scar on his forehead tightly with his right hand, his nails digging into the flesh, and began to neutralize the pain with pain. At the same time, his left fingertips flew, picking up the parchment scroll and the feather pen again.

No matter how much pain it caused, he dared not relax for a moment.

Gradually, Harry's face was covered with blood from his forehead, but he stared at Muen without blinking, and recorded quickly with his quill.

The next moment, Mu En's body, which had been stiff for a long time, suddenly moved.

He raised his hands high above the crown, his expression cold.

“Get out here!!”

Above the crown, a layer of transparent substance seemed to be grabbed out of the air by his hand.

As Mu En gradually exerted force in his hands, an extremely distorted face appeared on the crown, and the crown began to jump wildly on the ground.

At the same time, endless energy expanded again, and even thicker energy poured out. These energies distorted the air and formed a series of distorted characters in mid-air.

This is the soul suppression rune!

A rune used to prevent Riddle's remaining soul from self-destructing.

“Moon Jones!! I will send you to hell!” Voldemort let out a twisted, cold and sharp roar.

"I am your hell!" Moon En showed a twisted smile, and with his right hand he completely grabbed Voldemort's soul out of him, while with his other hand he stretched out his hand in the air and brought the soul fragment contributed by Peeves in front of him.

"I have also prepared a body for you." Mu En said, and began to forcibly merge the two. His hands also burned with blue-purple starlight flames. That was the flame of Lucifer, which had extraordinary power.

At the same time, the stinging pain in Harry's forehead reached its peak.

He had never felt such pain before, and it even made his body twitch and spasm involuntarily.

"Uh——" He fell to his knees and growled.

Such severe pain can last for a long time or a short time.

But to Harry, it seemed like thousands of years had passed.

Just when he thought he couldn't hold on any longer, the severe pain on his forehead suddenly and quickly dissipated like a receding tide.

Raising his red, sweaty head, Harry quickly held onto the golden snake staff and propped himself up.

Then, all the feelings brought by the severe pain just now were instantly forgotten.

Just because the person who appeared in front of him now was a strange yet familiar figure.

He had a translucent ghostly body, but was only half a meter tall, and his face was a mix of the handsome face Harry had seen in Riddle's notebook and the noseless look.

It is obvious that it is a face that was once very handsome but has now become deformed.

"Successful." Mu En breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Harry: "What about you?"

"Uncle Muen, I'm fine." Harry rubbed his forehead, but only his hands were covered with blood. "It may be because the distance was too close. The protection constructed by my brain blocking technique was broken at the touch."

"I'm glad you're okay." Mu En nodded, then looked at Voldemort.

"Now, you are resurrected." Mu En showed a meaningful smile and said, "Do you have any ideas, such as getting rid of your original body?"

"What?" Riddle looked at Moon in disbelief. "You asked me to come out for this?"

"certainly--"

A smile appeared on Riddle's sinister face: "So that's how it is"

"Of course not." Mu En smiled and said, "Just teasing you."

crackling——

A bolt of green lightning struck down from the crow-headed wand of endless energy.

Looking again, Voldemort, who had just been resurrected, had no trace left in the world.